The trip we took over Memorial Day weekend was great.
We saw friends and didn’t overheat.
YAY!

While on the family trip I did get a FABULOUS pedicure!

Cute toes= partial happiness with my feet. (But then I remember how much I have been betrayed by them over the last few years and I HATE them even more. Cute toes, or not.)

And I got to spend a ton ‘o time with Charlene. (… Or if you are my kids, “Charneen”.)

And then I got to see about half of mi familia. (In this picture, my little brother.)

And on our last night there I got to see two of Char and my OLD friends.

Good tiimmessssss. (Inside joke. I know. I hate those too… but I couldn’t help myself this time.)

These pics don’t even begin to cover all that we did or who we saw… but there are SOME pics that I am still waiting for SOME people to send to me. (AHem. You know who you are. And when I get them, I’ll post them.) All in all, the trip was grand and I WISH I could be with my long distance friends more often. I miss them more than they will ever know and am ever so thankful for the phone, text messaging and blogs. As for now, however, I am going on RECORD as telling each and EVERY one of them that it is YOUR freakin’ turn to come and see ME.
And now I am done talking about my trip to the heat for a while.

My kids continue to grow up regardless of how much I am reeling from the ultra fast passage of time.

Simon is graduating from Pre-School on Thursday and little Helene starts a two week summer camp gig next Monday. I am going to get one whole week where I will know how it will feel in the Fall when both of my kids are at school during the morning and early afternoon. I am MORE than sure that I will blog about my feelings. Just stay tuned.

Oh, yes, there is one more thing that I would like to share with you.
If you don’t keep up with me on Twitter, then you don’t know that Google HATES me. Or, at least, they hate this blog of mine. They have flagged me as a “harmful website” and I cannot, for the life of me, find the “badware” that they claim is on my site. I am becoming desperate to fix this because… um…. well…. it is frigging ANNOYING and it needs to be fixed.

Long story short; I need help.
Lots of it.
The. End.

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What can I even say?

At this point, there is nothing more I can say…. about that, anyway.

If I could somehow convey to anybody how unbelievably frustrated I am with my body in general, I think I would feel like I could breathe easier. But anymore, the words definitely are not there. I feel that I’ve been complaining, explaining and talking about the very same problem for so long now that all possible words have been used and that it is not worth the mind power any longer to attempt to describe how much this has sucked.

You’ll have to excuse any rash emotions that come through in this post because I really don’t sleep well any longer and therefore, you are reading the thoughts of a delirious lady. For the last few nights… and then some, I’ve been waking up intermittently because, oh, I don’t know…. my foot and calf feel like they are on FIRE. Which also means that even when I am sleeping, I usually am thinking to some degree about how sore or on fire my foot is.

Long story short, there isn’t too much more that my Doctor can do for me and is now suggesting that I go to a CRPS/RSD specialist (who knew there was such a one/) down at UCLA. Apparently he treats people just like me and there is a glimmer of hope that he may be able to help me out. I don’t know when all that is going to come together, but when it does, I will let you know.

Everything else in my life is moving forward regardless of any aliments of mine. Guess what? Simon starts Kindergarten in September and Helene starts Pre-School at the same time. Which means that BOTH of my kids will be gone, at least three days a week, at the same time.

Holy.Moly. Am I excited?

Um… YEAH!

Am I freaking confused that they have gone and grown up so fast one me? Uh.huh. I feel that I am being abandoned way too soon by them. I mean, I always counted on having one or two more kids, so the fact that I have had no babies to follow my Simon and Helene means that I am left on my own a lot sooner than I had anticipated. And now the big question is, “What do I do?” Who knows. I am sure I will figure it out though. And eventually, I’ll be fine with the whole situation.

I think that this marks a momentous occasion here at the Diary. This is the first, yes, the absolute first, entry that I am not going to go back and re-read and edit. I don’t want to. And I have not the time anyway. My foot has recently chimed in with it’s fiery opposition at me being seated here any longer.

Therefore, have a great Memorial Day Weekend.

I know I will!

Cuz I am going on a REAL vacation to see FRIENDS!!!!

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In fact, I’ve erased all of them.

Apparently, I’ve lost my touch for having no shame on the internet. Either that or it is because my computer is KILLING ME right now. (read: not operating to my expectations)

I guess it doesn’t really matter why I’ve been a non-poster once again. The point is that I’ve wanted to be more consistent with blogging…. And oh. That’s not happening.

While I’m on here, I may as well tell you the tale of how I lost my wedding band last Saturday.

Somehow my wedding band disappeared between the time that I fell asleep and woke up. I searched everywhere. EVERY.WHERE, I tell you! I’m pretty sure my heart stopped about 10 times due to acute stress and that is when I got really desperate. I asked Helene, the local three year old and infamous collector of small things that nobody else would ever find in a million years, if she knew where Mommy’s ring was. She ventured a few guesses which I found really cute.

The Expert: “Ummmm….. ‘N Helene’s woom?
The Desperate Mess: “Nope.”
The Expert: “Ummmm….. ‘N MommyDaddy’s bed?”
The Desperate Mess: “Uh-uh. Will you help Mommy look for her ring?”
The Expert: “Um, no.”
The Desperate Mess: “Why not?”
The Expert: “Buhcuz, I NOT!” (This was shouted at me and then she sauntered away.)

Well, five-ish hours later, and one house that had been literally turned upside down and shaken, Helene toddles to my room and says, “MommyMommy! You found you my ring! I found you my ring!!!” Her smile lit up our dark hallway as she stretched out her hand to me and I saw my beloved wedding band smack-dab in the middle of her tiny palm.
Oh, the relief! And joy! …And bewilderment?

The Desperate Mess: “Where did you find it?”
The Expert: “Inna cowCH! YAY!”
(This is the crazy part; I looked in that DARN couch TWICE!)
The Desperate Mess: “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You’ve made Mommy so happy!!”

We then celebrated like it was 1999.
Many “yay’s” and “yeah-baby’s” were echoing off the walls.
Then, as suddenly as she had appeared bearing my ring, Helene decides that payment is due. She puts a halt to our party and busts out with, “So-oh Mommy. What we do first?” To this question she wanted no answer. Because one breath later she had decided. “Uhhhhh. How ’bout….. mmmmm… choclit? And…. GAMES! YA-A-A-AY!”

My little lady the opportunist.
I love that she knew she had an “in” to get whatever she wanted.
And I love even more that “choclit” was A-#1 on her list.
Well, Lady got her wish. We hung out and played the fishing game while eating chocolate. Helene was even so gracious as to let Simon join our party. And she had a perma-grin pasted on her face the entire time that her fee was being paid.

So now that you know that disaster was averted and Helene is currently my #1 hero, and go-to-gal for when I lose stuff.

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Uh-huh. I thought so.

The surgery went almost as expected. The one thing that threw me off was that the anesthesiologist put me all the way out… Tube down the throat and all. I thought I was getting local anesthesia… but I was lucky and received the “royal” treatment. Long story short, I was completely tripped out when I woke up and actually asked the Doctor if I had snored! Ha! Yeah. He laughed at me.

For two days after the surgery I was wiped out and my hand burned like a mother. The burning was rather alarming (because usually that means your nerves are flip-flappin’ out…. and I don’t need anymore of that thanks very much…), but the surgeon assured me that it was all very normal and would subside. And who would have known? The pain actually DID go away.

As of right now, I still have some healing to do and from the looks of things I am going to have a really great battle scar to sport around. My hand throbs if I do too much, and I still favor it quite a bit. Writing is still painful and so is doing any kind of pulling motion with my hand. The best part of this experience? That would be when my Mom and I got the flu three days after my palm was sliced open. Mmmmm… I had that stupid flu for about three. weeks. and it was really horrendous. I basically spent four days straight in bed for 90% of each day.

All in all, I have to say that I am ecstatic that I am healing just the way the surgeon said I would. I am thankful for all the prayers and good thoughts that have been sent my way because I finally feel like I’m getting better. I finally feel like I may just return to normal after all. Who knew that I would ever be able to feel this positive again? (Um. Not me.)

So. That is that and now we’re onto the next stage of the “get Kelly back to normal after almost two years” plan. Stage two is foot surgery in April. I am getting the offensive surgical screws that are working their way out of my feet removed. Hallelujah! The procedure itself is no big deal and I will most likely be able to walk the very next day. However. (Always the however with me….) Since an invasion will be performed on my RSD-ridden right foot, there is a bigger-than-I-want chance that the RSD could relapse and get worse. (Remember when my foot was swollen and purple all the time? Yeah. When I say, “worse”, that is exactly what I mean.) I hope and pray and hope and pray again that my right foot will be nice to me and stay the way it is… or even get better.

Miracles happen.

I’m going to get better.

I. know it.

Oh. And by the way… my cake had the #28 candle (because I didn’t have enough candles) and then two others. One on each side of the 28.

28 + 2 = Your basic no good very bad day.
(But I’ll get over it….)

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Take the event of yesterday for instance:

I had to tell the nurse that I was a few (okay… seven!) days late in getting my period.

Before I go on you need to know a few things.

At this point in the story I have not been given any drugs.

You should also know that during this process of nerve blocks and pain medications, I have been advised that I should not, under any circumstances, become pregnant. Umm…. DUH!

Anyway. Going to go to my nerve block appointment and having to tell them that I had missed my freaking period was number one on my list of things that I didn’t want to do. I knew I would come across as being dumb, irresponsible, and worst of all… A big fat pain in their ass.

So I followed up my “I missed my period” speech with, “I am pretty sure that there is ZERO chance of me being pregnant, but I thought I should tell you guys anyway before I go back into surgery.”

Basically, I wanted to cover my butt. Looking back I should have just told her that we were, in fact, controlling birth and that my period was just jacked up because I am a major stress case with just about one nerve left. But. I said what I said because I didn’t want to have to go into all of that. Plus, I knew that no matter what I said after telling them that I was SEVEN DAYS late that they would make me take a pregnancy test anyway.

So you can imagine my shock and surprise when the nurse replied to my bumbled speech by saying, “Oh well… if you’re sure you’re not pregnant then we just won’t worry about it.”

Hmm. Hind sight is 20-20 and what I should have done was insist that I take the pregnancy test just in case. Instead I said…. wait for it…… NOT. ONE. WORD. I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I knew I wasn’t pregnant and I really didn’t want to take the pregnancy test, so I thought (but really, I knew better) that I was in the clear.

Before you ask what the big deal is on taking a pregnancy test, I’ll tell you.
The fact is that Tyson and I are just about positive (and when I say “positive” I mean we are vasectomy positive) that we are not having any more kids. While I am mostly okay with that, I’m sort of not okay with that. Right now I am just freaking sad that we aren’t going to have any more kids. And I am so pissed that it is because of my awful health that we are stopping. So for me to see the one line on a pregnancy test right now is not what I would call fun. It is what I would call mean.

Moving on…
After I was done with Arlene the check-in nurse I was left to read until my turn came.

After about forty five minutes of waiting, Bruce the anesthesia nurse came and gave me the drugs. As he was wheeling me back into surgery everything started getting hazy. And from this point on I don’t remember everything, but I do recall the important things.

My Doctor started asking me a bunch of questions and one of them was regarding pregnancy. I told him that I was “late” and he immediately was annoyed. I instantly went into defense mode and told him that I did tell the check-in nurse that I was “late”, that I use “__noneofyerbizness” for birth control, and that Tyson and I had “done it” x amount of times this month and had controlled birth each. time.

OHMYGOSH! I CANNOT believe that I said all that. I gave him specifics.
And NUMBERS!!!

Do you see? Do you see what this stuff does to me? It wasn’t only my Doctor that heard all of this either. Bruce the anesthesia nurse heard it and so did the x-ray guy.

Oh. the humiliation.

Long story short, I was wheeled back to pre-op and got to take a pregnancy test. And instead of Scott the nurse just telling me that the test came back negative, he felt the need to show me. Thanks, Scott. I wouldn’t have believed you if you hadn’t shown me the peed on test. I managed to keep the tears inside my eyes at this point and I was so proud of me and all of my control. But when Bruce started to tell me that the next time I was “late” to tell the nurses beforehand, I cut him off and almost (came this. close.) yelled at him that I DID! He sort of chuckled and said, “Oh, that’s Arlene for ya.” And I retorted with a very smart roll of my eyes.

To make this story even more horrifying and humiliating, Sherrie, who took me to the appointment, had to hear me re-tell the story to Tyson….. without any censorship of any of the incriminating details.

Oh yes. Sherrie knows us very well now.

Numbers and all.

Sherrie. I am SO sorry.

Please know that I would never EVER have said those things under normal circumstances.

Never. Ever.

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I MISSED an opportunity to get interviewed by the freaking NEW YORK TIMES!

Yeah. Missed it.

Why? How?

I was sick. And didn’t check my email for two weeks.

Within that time a reporter contacted me about my rant about that Glamour article.

He wanted to talk to me further about it as it had to do with a story he was working on.

Too bad that by the time I responded the article had JUST run on that very day. (I believe you have to login to the NY Times in order to view his article… which SUCKS.)

Needless to say, I was disappointed.

I mean. The New York Times.

I don’t know… maybe I am thinking it is a way bigger deal than it really is.
But still. The New. York. Times.

Anyhow. That interview was missed but I was NOT going to miss the next one coming down the pike. And although this person didn’t seek me out, (I actually, pathetically, sought herout to do this interview) I still wanted to see what it was like to be the answer-er of questions. Gracias Brillig!

Be warned. This is LONG.

But I Prah.Miss. that I will keep you entertained and you will learn a lot of things about me.

Come. On.

Have I ever let you down before?

That’s what I thought.

Now sit back and read.

1. If you could pick one person to have lunch with and then sit down and blog together, who would it be?

I would for sure pick my real friend Jen.

I haven’t seen this girl in THREE freaking years and I miss her terribly. She is my friend that tells me like it is no matter what. I love that about her. And did I already say that I miss her sooo sooo much? She has a blog, but rarely posts. And if I could have lunch with her I would MAKE her post about how our favorite restaurant Manuel’s is seriously the BEST Mexican food this side of the border. And after that we would go get pedicures together. Because that is what we do.

2. You are an AMAZING blog designer–and I can say that because I see your name all over the place and I’ve just been through your portfolio. And you taught yourself???? Tell us how you managed that and what you think is the coolest thing you’ve learned to do.

First of all, thank you for the compliment. Since I haven’t been designing (thanks to the disaster that is my foot) I have definitely felt the void. I really loved what I did. And I think that is how I managed to teach myself. I really wanted to know how to design pages for the web. So I started a blog. This blog, that you are reading right now, is almost two years old. And all because I wanted to learn to design web pages. I dissected a blogger design, bought some books, and just started playing. I was very frustrated at first because there was a lot of trial and error. Eventually I knew enough to write my own code. And that is what I think is the coolest thing that I’ve learned. I don’t just take someone else’s code and stick in graphics. My code is my code. End of story. I know what every stinking html tag does and how each and every html tag can screw up your web page if it is put in incorrectly. At the end of the day, though, it isn’t the code that makes me happy. It is seeing a pretty page that made someone else happy. Let’s face it. The internet can be a very ugly place. I want to change that.

3. Simon and Helene–are those family names? (I’M JUST KIDDING!!!) I think the names are ADORABLE! What is your child-naming process? Did you already know what you were going to name them before you had them, or did you just play it by ear? Do you have a list of names for future offspring?

You’re lucky you were “kidding” about the “family name” comment.
I was about to throw. down!

My child naming process? Very simple. I stick to one baby name book.

Circa 1969 baby!

It’s a book that my parents used back in the day and I stole it from them.

I would read that book cover to cover every night for the entire pregnancy. It helped me sleep better. While reading the book I would call names out to Tyson who would most assuredly veto 99% of them. Of the ones that both of us would like, which ended up being about four, we would end up debating over them for the last month of my pregnancy. With both kids we ended up not being able to name them until we met them in person.

We knew that Simon was a Simon the very first second we saw him.

think it was something in his cry that confirmed it. However, it took us a good three or four hours to name Helene. Basically, we were so traumatized by the labor and delivery that it took us that long to get our crap together. If you don’t want to read about it, let’s just say it was a very traumatic experience for everyone involved. While I was in my hospital bed trying to figure out what had just happened to me and my new baby, Tyson was across the room with our daughter. He suddenly laughed out loud and said, “She looks exactly like you. She even makes your faces. She is so pretty. She is gorgeous. I think we should name her ‘Helene’.” His logic was that “Helene” was the prettiest name of the ones that we had gone to the hospital with and since our little girl was beyond gorgeous it just seemed fitting to give her the prettiest name possible.

Wow. This is turning out to be a freaking long answer. I probably could have gotten by with saying that we waited to see our kids before we named them. End of story.

But. You also mentioned something of future offspring. Sadly, we have no other names in mind because we are about ninety-FIVE percent sure that we are done having kids.

Yeah. I’m sad about it, to be sure. But I don’t feel that it would be very responsible to have more kids given my health situation. Who knows, though. Things could change. Maybe I’ll be healed soon enough. But as of right now, I don’t see my health situation getting better as I get older. I actually just found out that I have to get another round of six sympathetic nerve blocks. And I can’t talk about it anymore otherwise I will start crying while looking at my computer screen. Which is the epitome of pathetic-ness.

4. I’ve seen your wedding pics (gorgeous!) but I haven’t yet figured out why you were in Hawaii. So I guess my question is, why were you in Hawaii? Are you going back any time soon?

Why Hawaii? That, my dear, is a very common question. One of which I usually say, “Why NOT Hawaii?” But we all know that that is just an evasive answer because I really don’t want to tell you the real reason. However. There isn’t much on this blog that I keep “secret”, so I’ll tell you…. most of the reason, anyway! The biggest reason that we were married in Hawaii is because we didn’t want a huge wedding. I really don’t like big crowds of people and both Tyson and I come from very large families. I literally got sick every time I thought of being in a blaring white dress in front of hundreds of people. My family has history in Hawaii and I felt that it would be very appropriate to have the most important day of my life take place there. I knew that if we went to Hawaii my wedding would have less than forty people in attendance. Loved that. I also knew that if there were less people around, Tyson and I would be able to feel all of the important feelings associated with a wedding day. We had ZERO stress on that Tuesday in Laie. And that is why our pictures look the way they do.

As for going back anytime soon…. I have no idea. I hope to go back very soon. I hope we go back next week! We had thought that on our fifth anniversary we would go back. But we decided to buy our second house instead. Damn us for being “responsible”!

5. Okay, you just dropped the BYU bombshell on me!!! What’s going on with that? Why are you looking into it? If you go, what are your goals and what do you want to study?

Ah, BYU. Yes. For those that don’t know, I was recently accepted at BYU. I really, really want to finish my education. I received my associates degree when I was 26 years old and six weeks away from giving birth to Helene. That is how serious I am about finishing. I’ll even go to school while pregnant and relatively “old”. Which I think shows MAJOR commitment.

Anyhow. I, as well as Tyson, am anxious to get my degree. Mainly because if something were to ever happen to Tyson I would like to have a solid foundation to fall back on. We are seriously considering this big move. I love our house and I like where we live so it would be very hard to leave. But recently I’ve decided that my career of choice is going to be in pharmacy. I. Know. Nello the Pharmacist! Who would have thought?? Well. That just goes to show how little all of you know about me. Ever since I’ve made this decision I’ve been really itching to start. To get it done. It will take me two years to finish my bachelors in biology as well as all the pre-requisites, and then it will be another four years for me to get through pharmacy school. I’m sure to some of you that seems like a long time. But to me it really seems like nothing. I mean by that time Simon will be ten and Helene will be eight. They will still be SOOOO young. So that is that. We will be deciding soon what we are going to do…. and I may or may not keep you all posted!

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And that is my interview.

I hope you weren’t bored or disappointed that you took so much time out of your day to read all of that.

Apparently now it is my turn to interview.

A direct quote from Brillig:

“And then, oh queen of taglessness, you have to offer to interview your readers when you are done answering your questions! Have fun! Thanks for playing!”

So there is my official offer.

I will interview ONE person. I just don’t have the foot power to interview several. So the first person who asks is the one who will get my prying questions. And I PROMISE to get you the questions asap. (But I’m going to be out of town until the middle of next week… so be patient.)

And I love that although Brillig has only been reading my blog for a month or so, she knows that I’m not a tagger. I think that is SO. funny. I’m glad to know that I am ever so transparent on this blog. Mission Completion!!

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I swear. I cannot turn my back for more than five minutes or else I will be faced with cleaning up the aftermath of Cyclone Helene and Simon.

Last week it was the bathroom. They unrolled an ENTIRE DOUBLE roll of toilet paper and put it into the toilet. Then they tried to flush. Water went EVERYWHERE. And somehow in the whole debacle, Helene manged to get soaked as well. Since I wasn’t actually there I can only imagine by the looks of her that she jumped into the toilet.

A few days ago it was the living room. We had received a package in the mail that had am entire roomful of those annoying packing peanuts in it. Simon was having a good time running his hands through them and was being quite tame so I decided it would be okay to go and use the restroom for point two seconds. Um. Wrong-o!! Go ahead and just take a quick gander at what they did to my house.

Today it was the kitchen. Before I go any further, however, I need to defend myself. You see, I was on this here computer signing up for an online quilting class. My ONLY new years resolution (read: a goal that I will not accomplish) was to start quilting regularly again. It is good for my nerves and we all know how much those things of mine really need to calm the hell down. I was registering at Quilt University for Hawaiian Quilting 101. Let me just say right now that I am VERY excited about this.

Anyway. The kitchen. I walked into the kitchen to terminate a fight between my two angels and I stopped dead in my tracks the very second I stepped into the room. An ENTIRE jug of apple juice was spilled ALL.OVER. the floor. (Sticky, anyone?) Beans from our Bin O’ Beans were scattered just about EVERYWHERE.

In all my four years of motherhood I have NEVER seen such a nightmare. (And if you were to see all the apple juice you would agree with me. I am sure of it.)

You would think that by now I would learn my lesson. I mean, I know that if you turn your back on preschoolers and toddlers that you are in for it. I’m not quite sure why my stupid head can’t quite put two and two together… but here you have it. I am punished regularly for turning my back on the Simon Sea and the Helene Ocean.

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We had a great Christmas and basically refused to recognize the New Year holiday.

Since 2006 was pretty much a VERY unfriendly year to us, this year we decided to recognize that the year numerically changed, but decided against celebrating it.

Because, really. What good does it do? Hmm?

I do, however, wish all of you great and wonderful days to fill your 2007.
Thanks for sticking with Diary of the Nello through the last boring six months of my life.

I know this hasn’t been much of a blog to come to, but some of you keep coming anyway and keep me entertained. I truly do love my webternet friends!

A big thanks to my talented friend Sherrie for the best holiday picture the Family of Nello has ever taken!

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I’ve been very unhappy and I continue to be so.

I don’t have any great options left. (I have options, but they’re not great.)
It looks like I just get to live with RSD.

This development has really put things into perspective for me…. but I cannot say that I am reacting well to the news. We found out a few days before Christmas and I am still not ready to talk about it. So thanks so much for all of your encouraging comments…. but right now, I just want to forget about the last six months of my life.

Before I click out, I just wanted to publicly thank the talented Marcia for the skirt she made me. I sent her an old pair of jeans and voila!! I got myself a snazzy new skirt ala The Pink Shoe.

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PAIN, people. PAIN!!!

Yeah. I got that stupid nerve block done this last Tuesday and ever since the pain has been worsening with EACH.Passing.Day.

I cannot begin to express how sad and frustrated I am.

I WANT these nerve blocks to work. I want the pain to go away.

I just don’t think that this is too much to ask.

I do not want to live with RSD. I just don’t. And you know what? I just can’t. I’ve got kids and a husband that need me. And this RSD thing just doesn’t bode well with having a family that needs me and my services.

GAH! I just want to scream!!! And then I would like to just sit and cry my eyes out.

Oh, wait. I’ve already done all that.

My next nerve block is the day after Christmas. And at this point I don’t even want it.

Because it is starting to look like the nerve blocks aren’t going to work. So why get that whole nightmare of a procedure done when it isn’t going to work in the end?

You know…. I really thought my luck was changing. I really thought that this whole thing would work. I love being wrong. It just feels so darn great.

~commence with the crying~

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